West Yellowstone, MT > Ennis, MT. 73 miles
Ennis, MT > Dillon, MT. 72 miles
Dillon, MT > Wisdom, MT. 70 miles
Wisdom, MT > Hamilton, MT. 74 miles
Hamilton, MT > Powell, ID. 86 mIles
Powell, ID > Syringa, ID. 73 miles
Syringa, ID > White Bird, ID. 62 miles
We left West Yellowstone, cold and sunny.
Flashing road hazard sign reading:
15 CAR-BISON IMPACTS
One time we hit a deer in the upper peninsula of Michigan.
Deer are much smaller than bison.
Geoff’s knee started hurting, thanks to snow and one gear.
Stayed in a motel on the river, away from the building rainclouds.
Next day we continued north, along the western border of Montana to Dillon.
Starting to see lots of eastbounders.
Rode through two Ghost mining towns.
Spent 9 dollars on candy for novelty’s sake.
Stayed at the KOA campground for too much money, BUT the owner insisted that we have a free bundle of firewood which we went to bed without using.
McDonalds Breakfast found us on our way to Wisdom.
Ate lunch at a picnic table outside of a general store.
Chickens sat on the bench next to us.
Idaho is a free range state.
This means that you can move cattle anywhere, including the state highway.
And they do.
And they did.
We were warned about mosquitos in Wisdom.
Slept in the American Legion park with three eastbounders from Iowa.
Everything in Wisdom (meaning a restaurant and gas station) closed at 5 pm.
Asleep by 7 to the hum of mosquitos caught in the fly of the tent.
On the road early the next day chasing a hot breakfast.
Stopped at the Sula Country Store/Campground/Mini Golf Course/Restaurant/Truck Stop/Fishing Hole for breakfast.
This was the only building in Sula.
6 dollars and 25 cents for a huge breakfast, TOTAL.
We looked desperate.
So sunny all day.
Stopped to fix Geoff’s flat among babbling brooks and snow capped mountain backdrops.
Geoff broke his bike.
Cracked hub cone locknut, means wheel doesn’t move.
Nancy, who lives down the street, gives us a ride 20 miles into Hamilton.
Where there’s virtually the only bike shop in Idaho, on route, aside from a further trek to Missoula.
We decide to get a motel in Hamilton, while the bike is worked on.
Walk 5 miles to Dairy Queen.
Geoff’s bike is fixed, 22 dollars later.
Next day to Powell, Idaho.
More National Forest.
More welcome sunshine.
No cellphone reception for days.
Guerilla camp in the National Forest campground because neither of us has the $8 cash for the Self Service Fee.
Up early to avoid the ranger (and to get to breakfast) at the pricey Loscha Lodge.
Eat with 50+, still-drunk-from-the-night-before, white water rafters.
Chat with the raft guides (my future job).
Pedal from there to Syringa (another rafting town).
May 17 to June 22, is rafting season.
Camp with a gaggle of eastbounders, on the Loscha River.
My oatmeal at breakfast was cooked in apple juice, and tasted bad.
Rode yesterday, through rain/sun to White Bird, ID.
Accidently stayed at the only campground that you have to pay for.
Backtracked 3 miles to eat in town at the Silver Dollar Bar and Restaurant.
Ordered, then realized they only accept cash.
Geoff rode over a literal mountain pass to the only ATM in town (actually out of town).
Made it back in time to eat.
Oregon border in two-ish days.
Portland in ten-ish days.